Applepoisoneer
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2016
Bea stepped out of the police car and shook off the smelly claustrophobic feeling of it's back seat. Gordon asked if she would follow him, and although she wished she could reply with "do I have a choice?", she trekked silently behind. They moved quickly through the station to a little room with a tape recorder already set up on a table. One of those big, hulking ones that've been out-of-date for the past decade or so.
"Alright," Gordon began, pulling her chair out for her. "You're going on record here. But, I think this'll be the last time we have to call you in for anything. Especially since you didn't... uh... visually see anything.. You didn't, am I right?"
"No," Bea sighed. "They were too far away. I can only relay what I heard."
"Okay, let's do that then." He pushed a strong forefinger into the REC. button and , in his most officious voice, asked her her name and what she saw.
She repeated everything she'd told them down the street from here. It had literally happend a block away, which made getting into the car really ridiculous. She'd been coming out of a coffee shop with a cup in one hand and a cookie in the other; just walking and sipping, when something in the alley space created by the far side of the coffee shop and the near side of some kind of auto parts distributer, caught her ear.
It sounded like something metalic connecting with a sort of crunchy squishy object. Like someone hitting a ripe melon with a crow bar. There was a lot of shouting, and more striking, the scramble of feet while someone begged. And then the sirens started up. Before she knew it, she was here.
"Thank you, Miss O'shae. Just sign some forms at the front desk on your way out and you can go."
She stood and pulled open the door, back out into the hustle and bustle of the main office.
"Alright," Gordon began, pulling her chair out for her. "You're going on record here. But, I think this'll be the last time we have to call you in for anything. Especially since you didn't... uh... visually see anything.. You didn't, am I right?"
"No," Bea sighed. "They were too far away. I can only relay what I heard."
"Okay, let's do that then." He pushed a strong forefinger into the REC. button and , in his most officious voice, asked her her name and what she saw.
She repeated everything she'd told them down the street from here. It had literally happend a block away, which made getting into the car really ridiculous. She'd been coming out of a coffee shop with a cup in one hand and a cookie in the other; just walking and sipping, when something in the alley space created by the far side of the coffee shop and the near side of some kind of auto parts distributer, caught her ear.
It sounded like something metalic connecting with a sort of crunchy squishy object. Like someone hitting a ripe melon with a crow bar. There was a lot of shouting, and more striking, the scramble of feet while someone begged. And then the sirens started up. Before she knew it, she was here.
"Thank you, Miss O'shae. Just sign some forms at the front desk on your way out and you can go."
She stood and pulled open the door, back out into the hustle and bustle of the main office.